𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐝 ● 𝐉𝐉𝐊

• 1 • quand je t'ai vu

Where is red? I really really need red. I need to finish this and I need red.

Goddammit! Can't I be a little more organised?
I want to be. A true artist always is.

But don't get me wrong, I just need some improvement on that aspect.

I scramble through the hoards of paint brushes of every single size, every single shape you can find, all types of colours sprawled across the big mahogany table which had occasional strokes of vibrant colours here and there. An artist's table.

I get the red I need from below a dirty cloth and an eaten muffin paper. Just as I get it, I lunge back to business.

Excitement courses through my body as I bring the tip of a zero brush into the bottle filled with red acrylic paint.
Just a tint of it on the brush, I keep the bottle in my hand and bring my hand to stroke gently on the already complete canvas. Giving some last touches to it.

Apparently, Mr.Brown wanted the assignment earlier than usual which is absurd cause he never hurries us. I can never rush my art but he just wanted it. So, I ended up pulling an all nighter.

Not that anyone takes art class seriously, except me.

After setting my supplies down, I look around the humble little studio I set up for myself. It's home. It has unending warmth I want. Its surrounded by art and nature. Very cosy and small. But I set it up, so it's my world.

I flip myself on the couch and try to catch some sleep before going to school. I am sure Mr.Brown had no valid reason for changing the submission date.

But oh well! Life's never on my side.

•••

I hurry past the classroom chatter to quietly sit at the back. Everyone ignoring my presence entirely.

Yeah, you're right. I am that typical cliché girl who doesn't have any friends and sits quietly at the back. But I'm fine with it, I actually like it. A new girl did feel bad and tried talking to me once, it's maybe just that they don't understand my thoughts,talks, passion and their talks seem mindless to me.

So, this is the best.

I take out my canvas placing it on the stand beside my desk. Hiding it from everyone's view. I stare at the little details I didn't do right. Disappointing. I feel I can do so much better every time.

I quietly rummage through my sack. Small hands searching for the essentials. I get ready but never reach to my canvas details.

Mr.Brown walks in the class, the class definitely continues talking not giving a damn about him. He looks around the room with tired eyes and clears his throat.

"I have an important announcement."
He says.

Yeah, that you want our assignments early..

"I won't be continuing as your art teacher anymore, this is my last day. Your next teacher will be here in some minutes. I wanted your assignments early so he could grade them and get to know all of your capabilities." He explains but my mind wanders off.

Another washed up oldie landing in this department. It wasn't new. Some of the teachers we got didn't even know what a canvas was.

Mindless human ramblings. They irked me. So I just wander my eyes out the window. Always loving how the school garden was filled with chrysanthemums and lilies. So many colours. Autumn had gone by and now it was spring. The garden felt alive. Maybe I just wanted to feel that too. Alive.

"Ah! Here he is!" Mr.Brown declares.

The classroom dies down. Drastically and dramatically. Pin drop silence now falling over the class I hear tip-top of the boots. I wouldn't have actually made an effort looking at the teacher but the way my class silenced up made me curious. They never stopped talking. Not like this.

I turn around shifting my gaze from the window to the front.

That's when the entire world came crushing down on me. Mercilessly.

Like my life was a joke, it meant nothing till now, it came crushing down on me like that.

My life, my heart, my body, my mind, my every single thing was questioning me.

I was burning up. Raging fire through my body. Heart beating so fast I forgot to breath. Hearing my heart in my ears, it was hammering my chest unhealthily. Throat dry. Lips parched. I couldn't even gulp down the lump in my throat.

Dizzy. Feeling dizzy.

Breathe.

• No P.O.V. •

The man infront of her was utterly and devastatingly god-like. He can't be human. He was heavenly.

Soft pastel skin, two hellishly red lips, dark inky eyes, jawline which made her shiver, muscles. Oh god the muscles!

His shirt looked tight as he moved showing the curves of his arms, his shockingly moulded thighs, his rippling back muscles. The fabrics on him hugged his body making his mascular body prominent.

His hands. His large veiny muscled tattooed sexy hands.

His dark hair was long and flowed like a galaxy of stars she was getting lost in. Ebony hair falling on his wide shoulders. Large chest.

Fuck.

His dark aura was the one which blinded her the most. He had a air to himself which made her feel so utterly and completely pointless. So shamefully small.

So fucking submissive.

She gulped. Her cheeks were crimson. A dark one. Her button nose pink.

Even when the man breathed she felt like falling on her knees for him.

She was definitely, without mistake, possessed.

His eyes roamed around the classroom freely, as he did that she felt she was stripped naked under his heavy gaze. She was holding onto her desk so she won't fall, her knees ready to buckle any moment.

He licked his lips, lazily.

Saying that she was stunned is an understatement. She had never seen a man so gorgeous. So poised and proud.

She felt wet between her thighs.

Oh not just wet, she had a fucking river between her legs which were tightly pressed together. She had never taken a liking to any male before, let alone male she had never taken a liking to anything so strongly.

His gaze lazed around the room.

That was enough to make her a puddle. A fucking melted puddle which had melted in 272829929 degree heat. It was enough for her to feel like fainting.

She looked away. To see anywhere else in the classroom, just not him, stopping herself from being transfixed again.

"Class. So this is your new arts teacher! Pay attention." Mr.Brown monotoned.

But fuck fuck fuck fuck. Noo. The heat in her body was not subsiding and the needy wetness between her legs had soaked her panties.

"Hello. My name is Jeon Jungkook. I'll be taking your arts this semester." His deep voice echoed. With hints of huskiness.

Gosh, it had its own sweet richness. His voice made her back shiver and her mind foggy. His voice was so sexy, so masculine. Elegant and classy.

It has just been a minute for the guy to walk into the classroom. And her mind was already in a whirlwind. She kept nibbling her plump lip cutely still trying to process everything her body was going through.

The blushing girl couldn't help it. It was impossible to push aside those feelings at the moment.